I'm Abused, You're Abused

June, 1993

I was doing squat-thrusts at the gym and was working up a nice sweat when Cleo burst in."Oh, my God!" she yelled. "My father sexually abused me. I can't believe it!""Neither can I," I gasped as I dropped the barbell on my foot. "How do you know this? Did you dredge up buried memories? Did he confess?""I took a quiz in a magazine. I scored ninety-one out of a hundred and have the classic symptoms. I'm plagued by feelings of intense shame. I feel guilty...